Yan Sijue gradually beca unsatisfied, taking a few steps to the bed and pinning her beneath him!
His body was fiercely hot, clamoring, restless... Mu Yiliang’s face turned red, and she pushed against his chest with her hand, finally finding the chance to utter a few words: "Your injury..."
The man then stopped, his breathing still heavy, seemingly using imnse effort to suppress his desire.
He grasped her hands, intertwining his fingers with hers.
Mu Yiliang involuntarily gazed into his eyes.
His eyes were dark, filled with emotions that made her heart palpitate.
Mu Yiliang felt her cheeks gradually beco scorching hot, and she quickly averted her gaze to the ceiling, her voice sowhat weak: "You... let go..."
He let out a low laugh, pressing his forehead against hers, his voice tender: "Yiliang..."
"What... what’s wrong..." she stamred inexplicably.
"When Gu Qingqian is discharged, will you take care of ?" He curled his lips, "I need soone to change my bandages..."
Was it her imagination... Why did she hear a hint of coquettishness...
Mu Yiliang felt a pang of softness in her heart, yet she insisted stubbornly, "There are nurses, surely they’d be glad to?"
"I hate other won getting close to ." He sighed softly, "That’s why I change the bandages myself."
"There’s... also Yang Ru who can help you..."
"...I hate n getting close to even more." His tone was sowhat disgruntled, his gaze persistently intense.
"Alright... alright." She reluctantly agreed, "Let go first!"
He still gazed intently at her face, and after a while, he forcefully sucked on her lips before letting her go.
Mu Yiliang sat up on the bed, touching her swollen lips in a daze.
His smile was gentle: "Need to help you savor it again?"
"Yan Sijue!" she said furiously, "Who told you to pull out the drip? You’re too reckless!"
"The passion was overwhelming for a mont..." His gaze fell on her swollen lips, "You’re too beautiful, I couldn’t resist."
Mu Yiliang was ashad and angry, glaring at him fiercely.
"Is it still my fault?"
"It’s my fault." He said softly, once again wrapping his arm around her waist, encircling her in his embrace, "Because I miss you so much."
This person was really too infuriating...
Mu Yiliang was a little overwheld, biting her lip to avoid his gaze: "You’ve... had enough."
"Not enough, I haven’t seen enough, kissed enough, hugged enough..." He slowly tightened his arms, "Not enough for a lifeti."
"Yan Sijue!" She was utterly embarrassed and furious, hating that she wanted to pound his chest, but worrying about her injury, she dared not struggle, almost driven to tears of anger.
He chuckled softly, kissing her lip corner again: "Alright, I won’t say anymore, do you know my feelings now?"
"...I know." She knew all too well!
"Do you want to know what you were like before?" He paused and asked.
Mu Yiliang hesitated for a mont, finally unable to resist her curiosity: "What... what was it like?"
The man gently tucked her hair behind her ear, his face serious: "It was the sa, I’d tease you and you’d blush, I loved how you’d be so shy but still pretend to be indifferent."
"I wasn’t!" she retorted defiantly.
"Still stubborn." His smile deepened, "It was so hard to hear a word of sweet talk from you, even after we had been together for a long ti, you finally said you loved ."
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